Chapter 405: with translation of chapter title

397 Who are you, where did you come from?

After finishing everything, Zheng Ren sat down; he hadn't even had a chance to take a sip of water when someone at the door who looked familiar but he couldn't quite recall knocked.

He was still holding a film bag in his hand.

Is he a patient's relative from somewhere? Have I seen him before?

Zheng Ren felt a bit dazed.

"You are…" Zheng Ren asked.

"Chief Zheng, hello, I am Cheng Lixue from the Second Hospital." The person came up to Zheng Ren, attitude very respectful, speaking very carefully.

"Huh? Are you Director Cheng?" Zheng Ren realized.

Cheng Lixue's mouth was full of bitterness.

He had been directly ignored by a young doctor… Turns out they really don't care about me; we've met, eaten together, but when we see each other again they don't even remember.

No wonder, the person I'm facing is a big shot in the interventional surgery field, and his TIPS surgeries are incredibly smooth.

Although he hasn't made a name for himself yet, he has the skill; as long as luck isn't too bad, prominence is just a matter of time.

Cheng Lixue quickly adjusted his mindset, regardless of the age difference, and first gave a deep bow.

Zheng Ren jumped in surprise; Cheng Lixue's face was solemn—if he were wearing a black suit with a small white flower, it would be like saying farewell to a corpse.

Only then did Zheng Ren realize he was still sitting.

Across from him was a senior director from the Second Hospital, older than him, which wasn't good.

He hurriedly stood up and apologized with a smile: "Director Cheng, please don't stand on ceremony. We just had something come up in the department; I haven't quite recovered yet, so please bear with me."

Without realizing it, Zheng Ren's way of addressing Cheng Lixue had shifted from "you" (formal) to "you" (informal).

But his attitude was still good, and Cheng Lixue felt a bit better inside.

"Chief Zheng, I've seen your TIPS surgery—it's truly world-class." After sitting down, Cheng Lixue explained his purpose: "I've lobbied the hospital, and the Second Hospital has sent me here to learn TIPS surgery."

"…" Zheng Ren looked at the already over-fifty Cheng Lixue, unsure what to say.

I originally thought the Second Hospital would send a doctor in his thirties, at most forty, a mid-career physician to learn TIPS surgery. But I never expected the department's chief director to come in person.

But the problem is, even if I don't hold back, can he learn it?

Director Cheng Lixue is not like Professor Rudolf Wagner. The professor is a world-top interventional physician; after I proposed the hypothesis of hepatic MRI diffusion, the professor could provide more opinions and possibilities.

Zheng Ren was certain that Professor Rudolf Wagner had fully mastered the new diagnostic and surgical methods of TIPS.

Although he's still a bit behind me, that's only because I have the system—this big pig trotter—helping me.

Director Cheng Lixue, can he learn it?

Seeing the strange expression on Zheng Ren's face, Cheng Lixue also understood why.

If it weren't for the immense pressure at the hospital, he wouldn't be swallowing his pride to come to City First Hospital to learn TIPS surgery.

When competing for the slot, Cheng Lixue paid a considerable price.

But those are already settled facts; it's just a matter of sooner or later.

A 40-year-old deputy chief in the department, taking his cut, led a team leader away, pulling half the staff. The entire Intervention Department split in two, leaving me only administrative authority, with no say in patient treatment.

The pressure was especially great, so Cheng Lixue could only swallow his pride and come to City First Hospital to learn TIPS surgery.

In routine surgeries, Cheng Lixue has already begun… he's long been on the downhill slope. "Time spares no one" is an unbreakable truth for surgeons, and even more so for interventional doctors.

But he is unwilling, truly unwilling.

When he came, he had prepared himself mentally, resolving to study like a student and not put on airs as a chief director.

But as soon as he arrived at City First Hospital, he was met with one bucket of cold water after another.

How can this Chief Zheng have zero emotional intelligence?

Cheng Lixue was extremely anguished, yet couldn't say anything; he could only hold the anguish inside.

"Boss, the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction is done." The two were feeling awkward when Professor Rudolf Wagner walked in.

Cheng Lixue instinctively stood up and gave a salute of attention.

When Cheng Lixue went to Heidelberg University for exchange a few years ago, Professor Rudolf Wagner wore a white coat, his blond hair flowing, but his demeanor was absolutely iron-fisted, leaving a deep impression on Cheng Lixue.

But the professor didn't notice there was an extra person here; he went straight to Zheng Ren and said, "Boss, take a look at the images—did I do it right?"

"Hmm." Zheng Ren pulled up the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction that the professor had just done for Zheng Yunxia, flipping through the frames.

"64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction? Did I do it myself?"

As soon as he arrived at City First Hospital, Cheng Lixue's thinking was overturned.

Aren't these made by the CT room staff using software? How could I do it myself?

Moreover, seeing Professor Rudolf Wagner's excited expression, Cheng Lixue boldly hypothesized that he had just learned it, like an elementary school student who finished homework, did it fairly well, and was showing off to parents and teachers.

And Zheng Ren's attitude was lukewarm; that "hmm" even seemed a bit perfunctory.

"…" Cheng Lixue instantly calmed down; after all, Professor Rudolf Wagner is a world-top professor who isn't ashamed to ask questions, even staying at Haicheng City First Hospital to learn—what am I, a mere ball of yarn!

He cautiously edged behind Zheng Ren, peeking through the professor's tall back to find an angle to view the computer screen.

Coming from an imaging background, Cheng Lixue was not unfamiliar with 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction.

But the image before him exceeded his understanding.

The fine, dense network of blood vessels looked like it would make one's head spin.

It's a malignant liver tumor, with iodized oil deposition; it looks like a patient who has undergone several postoperative procedures.

As he looked, Zheng Ren called up the previous images and compared them side by side.

Cheng Lixue's eyes instantly widened round like walnuts.

He doesn't understand TIPS surgery, but having done hepatic cancer interventional treatment for about fifteen years, he can still comprehend it.

The previous image showed a tumor about 10 cm, with external blood vessels supplying it—this is definitely advanced-stage tumor.

Cheng Lixue didn't know the patient's condition.

But looking at the images, if the patient can live six months, that's already considered extremely fortunate.

But...

Is this a single person's images?

"Zheng... Chief Zheng, is this your surgery?" Cheng Lixue's heart suddenly sank.

This Chief Zheng of City First Hospital not only excels at TIPS Surgery, but hepatic cancer interventional embolization is equally awesome.

"Well, the first treatment was done two months ago, then a consolidation treatment was done. Now it's the third time; it looks like it should be cured." Zheng Ren, comparing the before-and-after images, said offhandedly.

Cured...

Is Chief Zheng joking or being serious?

"Chief Zheng, cu... cured, can it be done?" Cheng Lixue asked stammeringly.

"Who the hell are you, where did you come from?" Professor Rudolf Wagner, who especially hates anyone disturbing his discussion with Zheng Ren about the patient's imaging data, glared at Cheng Lixue and asked in a coarse, rustic tone.